I find it interesting that when you feel tired and blue the best thing to do is to get busy and help someone else.
My friend, Chelle, is recovering from a serious ATV accident. She has many broken bones, pins, plates, and screws in her arm. She has a sling, a cane, a lot of pain, but a smile on her face, and encouragement on her lips. She can't drive, can't do her job (she's a hairdresser), can't do the basics around her house . . . yet she is so glad to be alive . . . and that is contagious.
We've laughed together, cried together, prayed together, gone to the dr. together, eaten together, talked and talked and talked.
How thankful I am for a friend, who cares about me, in spite of her own pain and troubles. I hope I can be a friend like that for someone someday.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Keys are Important
Today I took my mom to the doctor. She was pretty sick. Got her some medicine and had Lindsay drop me off at Mom's to deliver the meds and then I headed home. For some reason I bought a purse the size of Grand Canyon last month. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Anyway, as I was walking home, I was digging, digging, digging in the abyss that is my purse. Had keys to my mom's house, but not mine.
Crud!
I checked the front door to see if maybe I had forgotten to lock it. No such luck, I was all about safety on my way out evidently. So then I went to the back yard. We leave the back door open so the dogs will use the backyard as their potty instead of the living room. It was open but had the "safety stick" in the door so it wouldn't open more than about 8 to 10 inches. Believe it or not, I am bigger than 8 to 10 inches, no matter how hard I tried to squeeze through. I could see my keys on the dining room table. Tried talking the dogs ( who were so excited to see me in the back yard ) into climbing up on the table and retrieving my keys (kind of like Lassie), but to no avail. It was in the low 70's today and quite windy. I refuse to admit that it isn't summer and was in shorts and a tshirt. It got a little chilly.
Jon came and rescued me and let me in the house. I was too embarrassed to admit to Lindsay that I had locked myself out. I didn't want to bother my poor sick mom. So I sat in the yard and tried to get out of the wind for about an hour until Jon could get here. He was on his way anyway, so I just waited.
So I learned today, that you should always take your keys when you leave the house. I'm 50 years old, I think it was time to learn that one.
Crud!
I checked the front door to see if maybe I had forgotten to lock it. No such luck, I was all about safety on my way out evidently. So then I went to the back yard. We leave the back door open so the dogs will use the backyard as their potty instead of the living room. It was open but had the "safety stick" in the door so it wouldn't open more than about 8 to 10 inches. Believe it or not, I am bigger than 8 to 10 inches, no matter how hard I tried to squeeze through. I could see my keys on the dining room table. Tried talking the dogs ( who were so excited to see me in the back yard ) into climbing up on the table and retrieving my keys (kind of like Lassie), but to no avail. It was in the low 70's today and quite windy. I refuse to admit that it isn't summer and was in shorts and a tshirt. It got a little chilly.
Jon came and rescued me and let me in the house. I was too embarrassed to admit to Lindsay that I had locked myself out. I didn't want to bother my poor sick mom. So I sat in the yard and tried to get out of the wind for about an hour until Jon could get here. He was on his way anyway, so I just waited.
So I learned today, that you should always take your keys when you leave the house. I'm 50 years old, I think it was time to learn that one.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Back to reality.
Reality is no where near as much fun as Disneyland.
We had a great week in California with Tim, and Tara, and almost walked our legs off at Disneyland. Now we are back home. We haven't seen the sun since we got back. It has been wet, dreary, cold. This morning our wind chill was 35 degrees when I got up. It's June, for pity's sake.
So reality means things like: doing laundry, unpacking, ironing, buying groceries, cooking dinner, watching too much tv, etc. And trying to find clothes warm enough to wear in this weather.
Reality is no where near as much fun as Disneyland.
We had a great week in California with Tim, and Tara, and almost walked our legs off at Disneyland. Now we are back home. We haven't seen the sun since we got back. It has been wet, dreary, cold. This morning our wind chill was 35 degrees when I got up. It's June, for pity's sake.
So reality means things like: doing laundry, unpacking, ironing, buying groceries, cooking dinner, watching too much tv, etc. And trying to find clothes warm enough to wear in this weather.
We were quite disappointed on Sunday, May 24th when we found out our Disney passes were blocked for the day due to the holiday. I was sure that earlier it had said we were blocked on Monday, not Sunday. But it all turned out for the best in the end. Monday, although a holiday, I was able to spend the day with average sized crowds.
Mike had obligations, so I decided to spend the day at Disneyland alone. We bought tram tickets for the week, and Mike headed over with me. He wanted a cinnamon roll from the Blue Ribbon Bakery. We had coffee and he enjoyed his cinnamon roll. Then he headed back to the hotel for his assignment, and I started my solo day.
I set out at a leisurely pace, stopping and looking at things that caught my eye, browsed in stores I never really checked out before, people watched, and rested when I felt like it.
Over the course of the next 11 hours, I rode eleven attractions, watched three shows, had a healthy lunch of cheetos and a dill pickle, drank lots of water. Mike joined me at about 4:00 again. I was ready for a familiar face after seven hours! The highlight of our day was when we were boarding the train at the New Orleans station, the conductor invited us to ride with him on the Lilly Belle, Walt Disney’s private car primarily used for dignitaries and heads of state (we must be something!) He let us take lots of pictures and shared history about the park. That was a new thing for us and we really enjoyed it.
Mike had obligations, so I decided to spend the day at Disneyland alone. We bought tram tickets for the week, and Mike headed over with me. He wanted a cinnamon roll from the Blue Ribbon Bakery. We had coffee and he enjoyed his cinnamon roll. Then he headed back to the hotel for his assignment, and I started my solo day.
I set out at a leisurely pace, stopping and looking at things that caught my eye, browsed in stores I never really checked out before, people watched, and rested when I felt like it.
Over the course of the next 11 hours, I rode eleven attractions, watched three shows, had a healthy lunch of cheetos and a dill pickle, drank lots of water. Mike joined me at about 4:00 again. I was ready for a familiar face after seven hours! The highlight of our day was when we were boarding the train at the New Orleans station, the conductor invited us to ride with him on the Lilly Belle, Walt Disney’s private car primarily used for dignitaries and heads of state (we must be something!) He let us take lots of pictures and shared history about the park. That was a new thing for us and we really enjoyed it.
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